January
Father, I confess I've been trying to reduce you to a formula - follow these steps, get these results. When you don't behave according to my expectations, I question your character instead of questioning my limited understanding. Forgive me for demanding that you be predictable when you've
January
Job sat in the ashes, scraping his sores with broken pottery, trying to reconcile the God he knew with the suffering he was experiencing. His friends insisted he must have sinned - God is just, therefore suffering proves guilt. But Job knew he was innocent. How could a just God allow unjus
January
I'm the same yesterday, today, and forever - not moody, not unpredictable, not dependent on your performance. My character doesn't shift with circumstances or fluctuate with your faithfulness. What I was to believers centuries ago, I am to you now. When everything else changes, I remain co